still fits
November 9th, 2011
came with this note:
The first picture is of my daughter, Kianna in my hands when she was just eight days old. Her mother and I divorced two years later, and the only “possession” we argued over in the process was this photograph. I ultimately ended up with the framed original and have often wondered how she ever could have been that small. The nine years since the original was taken have been a blur and I lament the fact that I don’t remember every detail of her growing up like I wish I could. I do vividly remember the moment this picture was taken and how I felt holding this little human in my hand and wondering how I could be so terrified of something so tiny. I eventually got over the terror and have enjoyed every minute of my life with this girl. We recreated the picture for Father’s Day 2011 and plan to make it a tradition we renew every few years. I hope that the memory of the emotions for each subsequent picture lasts the same way the first did.
The first picture is of my daughter, Kianna in my hands when she was just eight days old. Her mother and I divorced two years later, and the only “possession” we argued over in the process was this photograph. I ultimately ended up with the framed original and have often wondered how she ever could have been that small. The nine years since the original was taken have been a blur and I lament the fact that I don’t remember every detail of her growing up like I wish I could. I do vividly remember the moment this picture was taken and how I felt holding this little human in my hand and wondering how I could be so terrified of something so tiny. I eventually got over the terror and have enjoyed every minute of my life with this girl. We recreated the picture for Father’s Day 2011 and plan to make it a tradition we renew every few years. I hope that the memory of the emotions for each subsequent picture lasts the same way the first did.
beautiful.
This one is great. Nice pic!